Saturday, November 1, 2014

Reprinted, With Permission: Fifty Shades of Poo

We have had such a busy Saturday that I have had no time to pop online until now.  I won't have time for a new entry, so I'm sharing a Thinking Moms' Revolution posts.  It's one that I wrote a few years ago.  

I remember this day so clearly.  Even though that day was hectic and full of poo, I can laugh about it now.  I hope you do too.  

 Fifty Shades of Poo

Poo. Poop. Caca. Crap. Sh!t.   Every parent, from those raising typical kids to those with special-needs children can share a poop story or two.  We autism parents can easily share loads more can-you-believe-it poop stories.  Kim Stagliano did even better:  her crapisode made it into the Urban Dictionary!
This stuff rules our day.  It ruins our nights.  No bother.  We get used to cleaning it up.  You want to know colors, textures, quantity and quality of your kids’ poop?  Just ask us.  We know all about it, and some of us actually don’t mind talking about it.  Don’t hate.  It comes with the job of raising these kids of ours.
There’s nothing funny about poop.  Well, that’s not entirely true.  Here’s a story that will make your toes curl.  It’s from a long time ago, but tops as one of my favorite poop stories to tell...


To read the rest of the story, follow this link: 

Fifty Shades of Poo


xo, Cat




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